If you want to make sure that your town stays mired in the past, there’s no better place from which to foist your vision of petrification than a seat on the Planning Commission. Apparently such is Petaluma’s lot, give the Planning Commission’s recent flanking movement on the Deer Creek Development. It would be one thing of the obfuscaters brought their own ideas of growth, or change, or improvement, to the party, and we could engage in an honest discussion of the merits of different visions. But, no. It’s so much easier to let others do the heavy lifting while you remain comfortably perched on your throne rotating your thumb downward.